Henri Frédéric Amiel, Amiel's Journal: The Journal Intime of Henri-Frédéric Amiel
“ One feels one’s self sinking gradually into one’s grave, and the past tense sounds the knell of our illusions as to ourselves. What is past is past: gray hairs will never become black curls again; the forces, the gifts, the attractions of youth, have vanished with our young days. ”
